I’m not sure I can walk away from my mates, but I’m also not sure I can simply turn my back on Hudson.
He wants to stay here, stay in his apartment. It’s bad enough the only time we get with him is either snuggling him in his sleep or on the weekends. If he’s here…
How long before his sweet and warm scent fades from the house? How long before one of us starts to feel the pain of separation?
It’ll be Alex or Mason first. They’ve marked him. They opened the bond. While I can feel him, they have a front row seat to his every emotion.
It’ll be the bond between the three of them that will be severed. And from what I’ve read, it’ll be painful. At least to anyone who doesn’t want the dissolution of the bond.
Maybe it’s for the best I haven’t left my mark on his beautiful flesh. Because I wouldabsolutelysuffer from the loss of that connection to him.
I’m falling for him. I’m falling in love with him. Something I didn’t think was possible. I would have never believed my heart could possibly allow another human being to wiggle their way in, that I could possibly feel as strongly for another person as I do for Mason and Alex.
Yet here I am, struggling to keep the bond tightly shut down so Hudson won’t feel the sorrow clogging my throat and burning the backs of my eyes.
As long as I keep my eyes closed, maybe the tears will stay at bay. I don’t want this sweet omega to see how badly I’m hurting over his decision.
Because…how can I blame him? We made promises and broke them.
Maybe not all of them. We’ve kept the financial side of our agreement and helped him through his heat. But really, that was to breed him.
He’d asked that we still show him intimacy. He’d asked for touch. He’d asked for affection.
And we give him two days out of seven.
Instead of dwelling, I turn and walk him toward the bed, lowering him gently before pulling away and staring down into his beautiful face a few moments.
My heart hurts. Yet it’s beating so hard, so fast for this omega staring up at me with a mixture of want and pain in his pretty honey-colored eyes.
I want to wipe away that pain. Take it away. Hurt anything or anyone who put it there to begin with.
Except it’s me. Us. My pack. Me and my mates who caused that look to be there in the first place.
Instead of stripping, I slowly reach forward and tug his t-shirt over his head before lowering to claim his lips in a slow but deep kiss, my tongue massaging his.
He tastes so good. Every part of him tastes as sweet as he smells.
I take my time kissing a path from his mouth, across his jaw, to his throat where I spend time nuzzling him, nipping at the sensitive skin, and coating myself in his scent.
My lips and teeth graze over his collarbone, down his pecs where I nibble at a pebbled nipple before lowering further down his abs, my thumbs catching in the sides of his sweats.
His muscles twitch under my attention as the stubble that has grown throughout the day scrapes against his skin.
As I tug at his sweats, he raises his hips to allow the material to be pulled down his legs, then reaches for me, his fingers tangling in my hair as I continue to kiss and lick a path to his hard cock.
There’s a bead of precum at the tip that rolls onto his stomach. I need that. I need to taste every part of him I can.
After lapping it from his stomach and teasing the slit of his cock with my tongue, I move further down, fondling his sac as I tongue at his back entrance.
His grip in my hair grows tighter, pulling until there’s the slightest burn of my scalp. His moans are breathy and deep as I lap up the slick dripping from his ass.
His body is primed and ready to be bred, even if he’s already carrying a child.
Or maybe his body is simply primed and ready for me, for my tongue and fingers and cock.
My dick is so hard it’s moments from punching through the material of my slacks and my knot is throbbing to my heartbeat.
Iwillknot him before I leave. But not until I’ve wrung every last drop of pleasure from him possible. I want him to crave me when I leave. I want him to crave my touch.
